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London Oneness NLP
London Oneness NLP
London Oneness NLP
London Oneness NLP

Jesse Castro

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Jesse Castro is a poet, outsider artist, community activist, art educator and advocate for the displaced and at-risk children and their parents.

little sisters of the poor

a small gift is easier to accept for this you can hold in one hand. anything larger should have celestial dimensions; the moon, the path back to paradise,...

love in a time of poverty

I have known love by another name, turned to song, battered and reluctant, surfacing for air in just a few words. distracted by memories of another life. I...

bird watching in the city

there is only what you bring with you when you go. feathers rustle brightly room to room. raising up the dust to catch stray reflections of passive light. the...

unsubstantiated rumours

I want an unusual completeness, completely, if I should find myself walking before angels. I don't want to be found outside of prayer. I want to be...

universal poet

be a low flying star on celestial watch with silver-tipped wings in the shallows of your aware self. be two hands like small furnaces aligning, handling blank sheets...

out for a walk

where I go the night has a name for each falling star. wings whisper the words where there weren't any before. in my silence a bird's voice wants to be remembered forever.

in a creative process

all things rediscovered in stillness leave to eventually reside in the tops of trees obsessed with the sky. all things revisited loudly beyond the obvious, remain hidden, with no choice but...

out for a walk

where I go the night has a name for each falling star. wings whisper the words where there weren’t any before. in my silence a bird’s voice wants to be remembered forever.

World Spirit Rising

One person standing may reach out in prayer, lifting the world. One person remaining still, will outlast their own beliefs. One person caring, carries truth, changing the world. One person...

Dressing Up For Others

A glory dress might be the best to wear; A love hat is an afterthought, but not a lot; as there's so much more...

Miracle

Show me a small miracle; one that runs about and laughs and plays with the stars out of order as morning breaks; and the...

Little Bird

You told me once in shared silence, of returning to a dream. Of a light in a glowing white shell. The night for you was a glittery kite in slow descent, full...